it wasn’t true.
“It has to be over now. We’ve already—”
“I don’t know about you , Raegan…” Zeth paused and
sniffed at the air, his mouth stretching into an obnoxious grin. “Well,
actually, I do know about you. Nose doesn’t lie.”
“Ugh!” Raegan shot out a leg in his direction, only to have
him seize her by the ankle with his unoccupied hand. She tried to ignore how
good his fingers felt against her. “Get over yourself.”
“We’re not done,” he replied softly.
Then he tugged on her leg, dragged her down the mattress,
ignoring her surprised yelp, and positioned himself at her opening yet again.
She felt certain that any second now her heart would leap out of her chest. She
lay on her back, stretched out before him, and he had her pelvis lifted as an
offering for his cock. He didn’t touch her at all. His body didn’t stretch
above hers. His chest didn’t press against her breasts. He held her only where
he needed to, rubbing his length across her slit.
“You’re mine, Raegan,” he said again. Slowly. Intently. He
refused to look at her—his focus was on her pussy. “For better or worse.”
“I am not yours.”
“I claimed you.”
“Not my problem.”
Zeth’s eyebrows flickered with interest, but he didn’t look
at her. “You accepted.”
“You forced me.”
He sniggered. “Whatever you need to tell yourself.”
“It’ll go away.” The head of his cock brushed against her
clit, and she trembled hard. Her body reacted in all the wrong ways. If this
happened, she wanted body-on-body contact. She wanted him with her and
not using her only for what lay between her legs. He didn’t touch her, and she
needed him to touch her. She needed to feel him against her. “It’ll go—”
Zeth tsk-tsked and shook his head, slipping his cock inside
her again and tugging on her until her legs were wrapped around his waist.
“Doesn’t go away,” he replied, his voice distant. “Not after you accept.”
“You made me—”
“Even if that were possible, it’s a fucking moot point.
You’re stuck with me.” Finally he blinked and trailed his gaze up her body
until it clashed with hers. Only Zeth didn’t look out through his own eyes. Not
the Zeth that had been with her all night. This seemed a different Zeth. A Zeth
who guarded himself. “You’re mine .”
Raegan shook her head and wiggled, earning little more than
a sharp thrust and an enthusiastic gasp. “No!” she protested. “No!”
“Raegan—”
“You can’t—”
She choked out a sob and reached for him, feeling idle and
stupid. She needed him to be with her. This emotional-distancing crap would
only kill them both. Her body didn’t feel conditioned for sex without feelings;
hatred and anger seemed preferable over nothing. She needed Zeth to feel something .
She needed him to touch her. She needed him .
Oh God.
It took only seconds for Zeth’s facade to melt. “Oh,
Raegan.”
“Please?”
The next thing she knew, he’d slid his hands under her
shoulders and lifted her into his embrace. Raegan linked her arms around his
neck and swallowed him in a kiss.
Zeth whimpered, his hands dropping to her ass, squeezing her
encouragingly as she began to bounce on his cock with renewed enthusiasm.
“Raegan,” he whispered, nipping at her lips. “God…”
“Keep touching me.” She wiggled against him. “Zeth…keep
touching me.”
He smiled kindly, wrapping his arms around her to hold her
to his chest, and her heart melted.
“I’ll never stop.”
Raegan cupped his cheeks and kissed him, banishing her
thoughts.
She wouldn’t go anywhere, and she felt so tired of fighting.
The rest didn’t matter, not right now.
Not so long as Zeth held her.
Chapter Six
Mated.
Zeth lay still for a few minutes, his cheek pillowed at
Raegan’s breast, his lungs sucking in air with deep, hearty breaths. Mated. To
Raegan Pritchett. He was certain stranger things had happened, but for the life
of him, he
“It has to be over now. We’ve already—”
“I don’t know about you , Raegan…” Zeth paused and
sniffed at the air, his mouth stretching into an obnoxious grin. “Well,
actually, I do know about you. Nose doesn’t lie.”
“Ugh!” Raegan shot out a leg in his direction, only to have
him seize her by the ankle with his unoccupied hand. She tried to ignore how
good his fingers felt against her. “Get over yourself.”
“We’re not done,” he replied softly.
Then he tugged on her leg, dragged her down the mattress,
ignoring her surprised yelp, and positioned himself at her opening yet again.
She felt certain that any second now her heart would leap out of her chest. She
lay on her back, stretched out before him, and he had her pelvis lifted as an
offering for his cock. He didn’t touch her at all. His body didn’t stretch
above hers. His chest didn’t press against her breasts. He held her only where
he needed to, rubbing his length across her slit.
“You’re mine, Raegan,” he said again. Slowly. Intently. He
refused to look at her—his focus was on her pussy. “For better or worse.”
“I am not yours.”
“I claimed you.”
“Not my problem.”
Zeth’s eyebrows flickered with interest, but he didn’t look
at her. “You accepted.”
“You forced me.”
He sniggered. “Whatever you need to tell yourself.”
“It’ll go away.” The head of his cock brushed against her
clit, and she trembled hard. Her body reacted in all the wrong ways. If this
happened, she wanted body-on-body contact. She wanted him with her and
not using her only for what lay between her legs. He didn’t touch her, and she
needed him to touch her. She needed to feel him against her. “It’ll go—”
Zeth tsk-tsked and shook his head, slipping his cock inside
her again and tugging on her until her legs were wrapped around his waist.
“Doesn’t go away,” he replied, his voice distant. “Not after you accept.”
“You made me—”
“Even if that were possible, it’s a fucking moot point.
You’re stuck with me.” Finally he blinked and trailed his gaze up her body
until it clashed with hers. Only Zeth didn’t look out through his own eyes. Not
the Zeth that had been with her all night. This seemed a different Zeth. A Zeth
who guarded himself. “You’re mine .”
Raegan shook her head and wiggled, earning little more than
a sharp thrust and an enthusiastic gasp. “No!” she protested. “No!”
“Raegan—”
“You can’t—”
She choked out a sob and reached for him, feeling idle and
stupid. She needed him to be with her. This emotional-distancing crap would
only kill them both. Her body didn’t feel conditioned for sex without feelings;
hatred and anger seemed preferable over nothing. She needed Zeth to feel something .
She needed him to touch her. She needed him .
Oh God.
It took only seconds for Zeth’s facade to melt. “Oh,
Raegan.”
“Please?”
The next thing she knew, he’d slid his hands under her
shoulders and lifted her into his embrace. Raegan linked her arms around his
neck and swallowed him in a kiss.
Zeth whimpered, his hands dropping to her ass, squeezing her
encouragingly as she began to bounce on his cock with renewed enthusiasm.
“Raegan,” he whispered, nipping at her lips. “God…”
“Keep touching me.” She wiggled against him. “Zeth…keep
touching me.”
He smiled kindly, wrapping his arms around her to hold her
to his chest, and her heart melted.
“I’ll never stop.”
Raegan cupped his cheeks and kissed him, banishing her
thoughts.
She wouldn’t go anywhere, and she felt so tired of fighting.
The rest didn’t matter, not right now.
Not so long as Zeth held her.
Chapter Six
Mated.
Zeth lay still for a few minutes, his cheek pillowed at
Raegan’s breast, his lungs sucking in air with deep, hearty breaths. Mated. To
Raegan Pritchett. He was certain stranger things had happened, but for the life
of him, he
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